The Daughter-in-law

MRS GASCOIGNE: Well, I s'd ha' thought thy belly 'ud a browt thee whoam afore this. JOE sits on sofa without answering. Doesn't ter want no dinner? JOE (looking up): I want it if the' is ony. MRS GASCOIGNE: An' if the' isna, tha can go be out? Tha talks large, my fine jockey! (She puts a newspaper on the table; on it a plate and his dinner.) Wheer dost reckon ter's bin? JOE: I've bin ter th' offic...